Women's weapon, water-drops.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.

It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.

Broadway -- the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.

He had become enveloped in the Indian Summer of the Soul.

By nature and doctrines I am addicted to the habit of discovering choice places wherein to feed.

Young artists must pave their way to Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors write to pave their way to Literature.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

Pull up the shades so I can see New York. I don't want to go home in the dark.

All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat -- seamy on both sides.

This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul ... its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.

A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.

In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in its greatness.

When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.

The magi, as you know, were wise men wonderfully wise men who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents.

If you can't write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.

It is said that love makes the world go 'round -- the announcement lacks verification. It's wind from the dinner horn that does it.

Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow's grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.